Chapter 27
Dirty Dave heard them coming and pushed the dumpster lid up just enough to see who it was. He thought it might be the cops again, trying to find the ones who had beaten him and run afoul of the kids at Feral Park. It wasn’t. The cops were still gone and he was safe for now. They passed within feet of his hiding place, and the afternoon still held enough light for him to recognize them. These people had come before, separate and together. These two knew about the park and the kids in the playground. Their girl was one of them.
Most of the kids here were abused or unwanted, and beyond the initial searches and obligatory public outpouring of sympathy, nothing was ever done. Nobody really even knew they were here. People did know that Feral Park was not a good place to be,
